August 3, 2008
Make Me A Child Again!
Babies are so cute, aren't they?
(No, this isn't an advertisement for Baby products, please be patient..)
Yes, so I was saying...babies are so cute. Little humans, tiny angels, bundles of joy...
But the truth is that babies are also the dumbest of creatures. They grow up with that attribute of dumbness within them, just that as they grow up they powder some intelligence on to their behavior, so that the dumbness doesn't get noticed easily.
And why I'm so critical of babies??
......Precisely because I'm NOT one. I have grown up. I am not blissfully ignorant of the things around me. I can't cry out loud to get the attention of people, and be sure that someone would pick me up. Damn, I can't cry at all! Grown ups don't cry, do they?(.....especially girls...they have mascara issues...)
There are a lot of other things I can't do now that I have crossed that golden period of existence long back.
Like it was fun to hurl toys at people you didn't like, and still manage to be called awfully cute. I remember I aimed well enough and did considerable damage. Definitely can't do that now! Now those toys have been replaced with a new weapon-- "attitude".
It was great to give Mum sleepless nights and she cuddled me close even when I made life hell for her. Now I'm a big girl, and it feels bad to trouble her at all for trivial matters. It's my turn to behave now.
Then I had time....plenty of time. Time to waste, doing nothing but staring with big eyes at everything , everyone, observing God knows what, making cute gurgling noises and quick, jerky movements with the limbs. And now, days shatter into hours comprising of incoherent minutes, seconds ticking in irregular beats. Time flies when you want it to stop, stops when you wish it would just fly.
And also I was ignorant of what reality is like. Little did I know back then that the world isn't filled with soft toys, but big grown up people. All kinds of big, big people. Good people. Bad people. Cute people. Not cute people. Pink people. Blue people. Green people. Yellow people.
Then there was the warmth and security of the cradle I loved, which I outgrew in an unimaginably short span of time.
The gap between dreams and reality I bridged when ...I don't remember, but I realized while I was growing up, this very important fact that "when we are young, we feel that dreams have the power to design reality, but as time passes by one understands that it is reality which actually designs those dreams".
I didn't realize how fast time flew by, as I grew up from a careless kindergartner, to a nerdy fifth-grader, to an average tenth-grader, to an undergraduate clueless about both studies and life. Somewhere during this time I also learnt that what you want in life and what you get, are entirely different things.
As I write this, I still feel that though there have been ups and downs, growing up hasn't been too bad an experience after all, with all the things I got to learn and the wonderful people I got to meet, the lessons I learnt about life, love, and ambitions.
But for many reasons I miss being a child, and would love to live that
part of my life all over again.
If granted One Wish, what I'd ask for would be.................
Make Me a Child Again.
on Sunday, August 03, 2008